Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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His ghosts were haunting his mind, just like they always did these days. What has he done to not have been met with justified violence? He can't think of a reason that he deserved to be spared from it, but it makes him feel heavier and lighter all at the same time. Thalassa can't look away, and he's certain that for once his eyes are leaving him almost like an open book. "I didn't want to...drag...you.." Thalassa struggles with his words, finding it hard to not cease the vocalization of his internal dialogue. His mother had taught him to melt for nothing and nobody, but now it just seemed pathetic.
Even after this, Thalassa still recalls his earliest lessons. How he should never let himself feel soft, how he should never allow anything to break him. It was true that this was some of what was keeping him going, but it had resulted into becoming someone haunted by regret. Thalassa wants to tell him, but he knows that he was always told to keep his walls in place for a reason. It was a strategy to make sure nobody could slip under his defenses, but this was someone who had gotten under them long ago anyways.
All it takes is sticking his foot in the door, and maybe bit by bit he can force his own walls back open. He had done it all to save them, but where did that leave him now? Now that they were refusing to see him again? Thalassa understands why they were angry, knows his mother could tell that he had betrayed his heart, that his father would have rather died than see his son turn on himself. The pressure from his teeth finally broke through, a tinge of pain blossoming as teeth sank into a wounded lip. "I didn't want to drag you down."
Thalassa closes his eyes at the embrace, allowing his controlled posture to soften for the first time in a long time. "I missed .. you." He had to force his own instincts back in order to even say it, his voice a low whisper that denoted his struggle. Closing his eyes tighter and tasting blood on his tongue from the damaged lip, he could only hope the struggle was worth it, that any of this wouldn't just bite back at him again later. His regrets were digging raw into the core of himself, and it was the hardest it has ever been to not crumble. It was a dark and swallowing kind of suffering to be uncertain and forcing his own vulnerability, but he deserves any and all of it. It was twisting a knife into his gut, but he only had himself to blame.
No matter how hard Thalassa could ever try, things really wouldn't ever be the same. Severus's words really only confirmed that fact, but Thalassa hadn't expected any different. What picture had ever looked the same after being torn into shreds? As soon as Thalassa noticed the tears however, the breath left his lungs sharply, suddenly, loudly, like a hiss from a snake, and he bit his lip. It was hard to remain composed like this, the self loathing biting at his mind at what he has done to Severus. It's hard to stay rooted where he is but he manages somehow, though he can feel his teeth starting to dig painfully into his lip. The pain the other is feeling is a beast tangible to Thalassa, one that mocks him for the morals he used to guard fiercer than any dragon protected it's hoard.
It was obvious, so fucking obvious now that he saw the damage close and personal, that his reach had grasped further than he had ever imagined it could have. Words further spoken had an effect that Thalassa didn't expect, a sudden ferocity and rage that narrowed his eyes before he could fully reign it in. "Nothing was your fault." The words were still the usual cadence, and yet buried beneath them was an intense fierceness aimed back at himself for daring to make his most trusted companion ever feel like he had caused anything that happened.
Thalassa truly regarded himself as someone detestable now, someone who had betrayed everything he believed in and thrown away everyone that had ever truly mattered. "It turns out that I'm not as infallible as I had once thought myself to be. I had a weakness, and it was exploited." The words sting as they leave his mouth, beneath the surface level calm they dripped with venom and a bitter resentful regret that still stained his hands with the blood of betrayal. His ice blue eyes were dark as he tensed, not moving a muscle to even flinch at Severus's touch.
Even this was far gentler than he believed he deserved, Thalassa thought he deserved a punch or a slap, some sort of punishment even beyond seeing the hurt he had caused. He knew that any hurt he was spared here, however, his own mental state was sure to deal to him later. More ghosts to haunt his dreams, to tread through every waking thought, to drag ephemeral claws down his spine and howl his phantom defeat to the everlasting night. A subtle quiver ran down Thalassa's spine, but it would have surely been noticed. I missed you Severus, but something in me won't let me say so. His thoughts curled around the thought like a snake, a cruel game of catch twenty two that he wasn't allowed to win. "I made a mistake." The words sounded so small compared to the gravity of the situation, and sometimes Thalassa doesn't know himself anymore.
This was the last thing he had expected, yet his own regrets were keeping him almost anchored down in place. A funny sort of comparison to make, though this situation is more like a haunted shipwreck than anything functional. All of Thalassa's senses are going off like car alarms, telling him to hurry up and get out of here. For a moment those danger instincts almost work, yet Thalassa is snapped back out of his instincts by another unexpected event. Almost as if to underscore Severus's words, Bruno actually lets out a low growl at him. Thalassa had barely even moved, but the dog was also clearly against letting him go.
The changes in Thalassa's face again are subtle, yet to someone who had spent as much time with him as Severus had, they were likely as loud as someone shouting. Thalassa's gaze averted slightly when he saw the violent play of emotions in the other's eyes, the subtle changes in his expression that hint at guilt and traces of the self loathing he has held for himself for years. This was never what he had wanted, never what he would have chosen for his life to become. Words dance on the tip of his tongue, but as he is known for, Thalassa holds them back. He did not voice the fact that nobody could hurt him as much as he has already hurt himself, did not feel that was what should be said at all. What Thalassa does dare to do, might be riskier than even those words would have been. He takes a few steps forward, closer to Severus, Bruno circling behind him and pressing at his heels. It could be dangerous, especially if he were to get lashed out at now.
"You're right." Thalassa's voice is low and smooth, the words a simple clear cut and familiar cadence, something that would either be further provoking or expected enough to dig further into nostalgia. "You deserve that much. But will it ever be enough?" It was meant less as a jab, more of a self reflection, as Thalassa knows no mere words or explanation would ever make him free of the loathing he feels for what he has done.
Lifting his gaze again, it's clear that Thalassa isn't afraid. More words and thoughts are held back through immaculate self control, and he doesn't say that he regretted leaving Severus behind the most. Fear has never been something that Thalassa had ever shown, and he wasn't about to start now. There's too many other feelings warring for control over Thalassa's face, too many crowding the forefront of his mind to make room for fear. Yet, Thalassa doesn't say anything more. It would be too easy to get ahold of him now that he closed some distance, but that something he's already aware of.
Why did he still feel drawn to places from the past? Some part of him needed to linger here, some part that wanted to return to the way things had once been. A life he had not truly wanted to leave behind, and for a moment could revisit the memories of as if he were still living them. Thalassa did not expect anybody to really be around the area, not anyone that would recognize him at least, and so he was taking a risk he wouldn't normally take, just for a sense of self indulgence that might not do any good in the long run. As soon as he set foot in the place, it was almost as if he had never left. He had used to meet Severus here, with the companionship of a dog that was more wolf than domestic, simpler days, ones that he found himself missing more than not.
Retracing old steps that he could remember almost like a routine that had barely ceased, Thalassa glanced up at the sky for a brief moment. The sounds of footsteps and moving about alerts Thalassa that he isn't alone with his memories anymore, tensing on instinct and looking for an easy escape route, before he could potentially get caught by someone he didn't want to be found by. Almost instantly on the move, at least in a place that was as familiar as it is, it shouldn't have been difficult to escape. The layout of the particular street had changed somewhat however, and before he could turn on his heel to reassess that was when the barking become apparent. Turning his head, a familiar tone struck through Thalassa's mind, seeing a familiar fluffy shave hurtling towards him, dragging a leash behind it.
"But who..?" Bruno has never been the gentlest creature, almost barreling straight off his feet, whining and carrying on a fuss as he did so. He keeps his feet braced as he strokes a hand over the almost frantic animal's form, internally thankful that the canine had not been left to die on his own, and he could not help the subtle softening of his facial features as he stroked the thick fur. Very few people would have noticed the change in his expression, but there were some who would have instantly been able to pick up on it. The sound of footsteps also drew his attention away from Bruno, his muscle tensing up again with recognition, as he tightened fingers around the dog's collar.
Trying to sidle backwards to run instantly made him aware of one thing, an escape was absolutely not going to happen. The instant he tried to back away and let go of the collar, the dog was pressing up against him and whining more, threatening to trip him up and throw him off his feet if he tried to run. Collecting himself as Bruno turned his head, it was clear Severus had been taking care of him. The dog's tail started wagging in violent swoops of air, and the behaviour he was displaying was reminiscent of expecting praise. "You.." but he didn't quite get the rest of the sentence out.
Thalassa is slightly taller than the average male, and light of weight to ensure swiftness and agility. He is toned in athletic muscle, one that lends him more strength than his build might make immediately apparent. He has refined, handsome facial features, and a soft pale complexion from his mother. He has also inherited her platinum blonde locks, which he generally keeps longer, and her ice blue eyes.
personality
Stoic and calm, it is extremely difficult to get under Thalassa's skin, and even rarer to see him lose his poise. Even when he is hurt, whether it be emotionally or physically, he keeps it under wraps, almost never letting these things show on the surface. Mature and reliable, others find it easy to trust and depend on him, though there are a lot of regrets haunting him. He has a self loathing complex ever since betraying TRS and his own morals, though as everything else this is kept under lock and key. Thalassa is secretive and doesn't talk about himself much to others, let alone show how he's feeling very easily. If pushed about something he can become evasive rather quickly, unless it's someone he's close to. He is good under stress, and even if he is breaking down, his self control is so strong that often others would be none the wiser.
abilities
Immortality: Minor. Thalassa will not age further physically than he already has.
Teleportation: Beginner. Thalassa has no experience using this ability, and will likely continue to not pay it much attention.
Weather Manipulation: Advanced.
Curse/charm breaking: Advanced. Though it can easily drain almost every ounce of his energy, Thalassa has been able to successfully removes curses. He will always need a recovery time afterwards.
Future Sight: Intermediate. Thalassa can get glimpses of the future randomly, though they have never seemed to be set in stone. The actions he takes tend to influence the outcome, and more often than not serve as random, occasional warnings.
Wing Manifestation: Intermediate.Thalassa has an average wingspan, and his wings are a light ash grey, that can look silver under certain conditions, such as direct sunlight when the feathers are wet..
Healing: Advanced. Thalassa is a gifted healer, known for his gentle touch and soothing presence. He can heal rent muscle and bruises with ease, but the more intensely life threatening the damage the more it takes out of him.
Blessings: Advanced. Thalassa has a soothing, slightly warm touch when he confers blessing onto his allies. These are usually for their safety, though he has been known to grant enhancements for battle.
backstory
Thalassa was born to parents that were extremely proud of him, and while they were loving they wasted no time at all in bringing him up to be a force to be reckoned with. While he was not royalty, the family was well known and often treated as such, but even being a prince by name without loyal blood, he was not given things for free on a silver platter.
When he was young his mother rose to the occasion as his teacher. She taught him to keep his poise in even the worst of situations, she taught him to have the wit to make it through the hardest trials, she taught him the charm to get under even the largest of defenses. She taught him how to slay his enemies in the deadliest of ways, so when they lie bleeding out, whether of feelings or actual blood, they did so never expecting it and having no way to fight back.
As Thalassa aged it became obvious, he was his father's son in all but looks. Thalassa inherited from him many things, the devotion to succeed at anything he set his mind to, a natural cunning that lends aide into the heat of conflict and social situations, and a natural charm to win others to his side. From his mother he inherited beauty and grace, as well as a natural confidence that he wore better than any king wore a crown.
Once Thalassa was deemed ready by his parents they let him go, and his ambitions to truly fight for what he believed in lead him to join the TRS. His charm and natural talent lead to him becoming popular quite quickly, and his talents saw fit to see a quick rise through the ranks. Eventually this lead to a friendship with another who seemed to share that same dedication, and at first Thalassa thought it was more or less his own popularity and nothing more. As time crawled on, however, it developed into a more easy friendship after it was clear it was not his own popularity that drew the other to spend time with him.
Thalassa decided to allow his initial guards and reservations slip and lower, allowing Severus to be close, due to the genuine nature he could sense. His parents had always advised him to keep his heart and feelings close to his chest and behind a guarded gate, to keep everyone at a friendly arm's length. When he even continued to maintain a friendly distance to others, Thalassa felt closer to Severus than he had towards anyone else.
Just as his mother had taught him to be able to do, nobody saw his betrayal coming. However, unlike the rest of her teachings, this was one time his skills were not done with his heart invested in them. His hand forced by the threat of his family's lives, he found himself acting in favor of who he had once violently opposed. It was hard to turn a blind eye to the unnecessary deaths that day, to not turn back at the last second.
As he had always been, Thalassa had been like a force of nature. Even as his instincts cried out for him to stop all of this, to hurry and save them from the terror he was causing, he shoved it behind the walls he had learned to carefully craft within himself. Thalassa was taught not to break for anyone or anything, and that meant he would even fight a war with himself. What he could not have anticipated was that Severus would be there.
Time slowed and halted the moment he realized, he still remembers it clearly. It had almost shattered his conviction, almost let his true morals and heart win, but just as had been written into the code of how he had been trained, he forced himself to submit to his drive. Even through several icy barriers of ice and steel, it still hurt. He didn't show it, can never allow his feleings to slip through a bruising knuckle grip of self control. The day he regrets the most, vanishing like smoke even through the heated calls and the demand for answers given by his most trusted companion. He had left nothing behind but cold glance, and the horror of that day. Anything else would have ruined him.
After some years of doing things he despised, Thalassa eventually gave into his heart and left the AP in the dust. Now surely wanted from both sides, he began to lie low, making every move with a careful precision, with the hopes that they would give up eventually. With every step haunted by ghosts of the past, and regret with betraying his own morals and beliefs, things have been hard. But Thalassa has always been a survivor.
misc
*Thalassa is a Pisces. *Thalassa was known during his time in the TRS for being very reliable and mature. He still is reliable to those he cares for, but his reputation has heavily dropped due to the circumstances of his defection. *Thalassa has an engraving of a dragon's head on the hilt of his broadsword, though more recently there has been a small star carved just above the dragon's snout. This star is meant to represent Severus, as even though he had been forced to leave the TRS, that was the person he had felt the closest with. It had been added after he defected from the AP. *Thalassa used to like stargazing on grassy hills. Being as he has to keep a low profile, having defected from both TRS and AP, he doesn't get the luxury much anymore. *Thalassa likes tea. He prefers lighter flavors, or ones made with a naturally calming profile. *Thalassa has a special taste for macarons, as it was his mother's specialty. *Thalassa had a pet dog, Bruno, that was more than half wolf while in the TRS. When he defected, he has no idea what became of it. He still retains a soft spot for canines.
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The skin is created by Wolf of Adoxography and Gangnam Style. The thread and conversation remodels are by Kagney. The Strange Reality board list, Heal My Soul info center, I Remember Now mini profile and Electric Requiem profile remodel is made by Pharoah Leap. The Who's That Member member list remodel was made by Tictactoe. The Cbox.ws Shoutbox remodel was made by Trinity Blair. All templates used for claims, information sheets, applications, etc are credited to their owners; credits for these can be found in the threads the templates are use on. Images that are used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners, however, they have been edited by Zac with a few being edited by Chibi Magician. The plot, rules and various other information pieces for The Duality of Man are written by Chibi Magician with the assistence of her co-admins, Finnegan and Dremulf, alongside other unlisted people who were kind enough to give their input. The TRS, AP and face claim were all created by Fleur for specifically the use of TDOM. All plugins used on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners. The templates my members use are credited to their maker, if you find a template that belongs to you, but is uncredited, please speak to Chibi Magician or the member themself. Characters created on The Duality of Man are credited to their owners and should not be used elsewhere without the creator's permission.
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